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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.