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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.