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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.