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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.