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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.