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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.