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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.