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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.