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 Egypt and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.