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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.