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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.