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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.