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 Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.