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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.