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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.