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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.