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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Mars,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.