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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Scion,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.