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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Wings,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.