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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.