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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.