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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.