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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Josef K,
cv313,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.