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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the dance 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.