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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.