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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.