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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.