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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Can,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.