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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.