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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.