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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
UT,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.