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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.