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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.