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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.