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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.