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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.