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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
AZ,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.