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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.