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 Cuba 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.