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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
UT,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.