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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Scion,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.