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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.