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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.