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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.