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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.