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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.