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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.