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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.