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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Jandek,
the Germs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.