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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.