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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
the Association,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.