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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.