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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Ronan,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.