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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Magma,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.