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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.