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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.