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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.