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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.