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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
X-101,
Ituana,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.