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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.