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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.