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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.