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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.