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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.