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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can 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?
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.