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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.