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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.