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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
PIL,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Monks,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.