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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.