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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Move,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.