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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.