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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.