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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.