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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.