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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Swans,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.