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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.