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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.