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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.