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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.