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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.