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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.