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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
UT,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.