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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.