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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.