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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.