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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.