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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
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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.