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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.