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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.