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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.