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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
New Order,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.