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 Norway and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.