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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.