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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.