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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.