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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.