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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.