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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.