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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.