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 Botswana and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.