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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.