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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.