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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.