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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.