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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.