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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Ronan,
Sparks,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.