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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.