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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Doors,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.