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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.