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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.