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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.