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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.