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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.