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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.