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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.