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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.