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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.