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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.