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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.