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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.