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 Egypt 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.