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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.