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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.