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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Monks to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.