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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.