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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.