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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.