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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.