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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.