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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.