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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.