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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.