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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.