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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.