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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.