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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.