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 China and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.