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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
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.