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 Oman and from Paris.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.