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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.