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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.