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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Franke,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.