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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.