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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.