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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.