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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.