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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.