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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.