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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.