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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Fall,
Japan,
AZ,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.