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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.