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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Yaz,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
CMW,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.