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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.