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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.