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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Index,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.