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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.