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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.