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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.