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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.