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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.