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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.