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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.