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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.