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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.