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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.