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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.