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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.