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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.