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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.