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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.