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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.