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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.