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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.