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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 JFA to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.