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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.