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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.