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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.