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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.