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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.