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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya 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 punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.