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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.