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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.