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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.