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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.