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 Morocco 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 sitar 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.