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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.