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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.