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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 güiro 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.