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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.