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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.