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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.