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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.