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 Austria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
New Order,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
the Germs,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.