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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.