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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.