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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.