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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.