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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.