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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Japan,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Smog,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.