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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Television,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.