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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.