Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Can,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.