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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.