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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.