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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Can,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.