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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.