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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.