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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Magma,
Monks,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.