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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.