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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.