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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.