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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Flipper,
MDC,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.