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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.