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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.