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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.