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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.