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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.