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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.