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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.