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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.