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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.