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 Niger and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
PIL,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.