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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Loose Ends 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.