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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.