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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.