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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Can,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Slave,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.