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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.