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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.