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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Model 500,
UT,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.