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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.