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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.