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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Move,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.