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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.