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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Television,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.