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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.