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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.