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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.