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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.