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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.