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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Nas,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.