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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.