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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.