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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.