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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
June Days,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.