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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.