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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.