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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.