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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 oboe 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 Pulsallama 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.