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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.