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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Selecter to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers 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?
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.