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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.