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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.