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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Slave,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.