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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Technova,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.