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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.