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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Scion,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.