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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.