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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.