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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.