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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Fear,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.