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 Ghana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.