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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Magma,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.