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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.