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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.