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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Skaos 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.