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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s 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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Scion,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.