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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.