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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.