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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.