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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.