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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.