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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.