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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.