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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.