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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Visage,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.