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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.