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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.