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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.