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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Swans,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.