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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.