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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.