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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.