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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.