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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.