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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.