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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Gories 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.