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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.