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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Index,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.