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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.