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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.