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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.