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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.