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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Television,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.