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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.