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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Can,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.