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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.