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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.