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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.