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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.