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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.