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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Moody Blues,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.