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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.