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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Television,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.