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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
The Index,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.