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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
the Normal,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.