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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.