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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.