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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.