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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.