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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Chrome 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
This Heat,
Gong,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.