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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.