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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.