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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.