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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Can,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.