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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Rekid,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.