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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
10cc,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.