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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.