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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.