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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.