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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.