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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.