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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.