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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.