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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.