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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.