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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.