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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Television,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.