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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.