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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.