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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.