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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.