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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.