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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.