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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.