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 Namibia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.