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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.