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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.