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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
MDC,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.