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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.