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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.