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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.