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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.