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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.