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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.