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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.