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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.