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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.