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 Angola and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.