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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.