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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Index,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.