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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Mars,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.