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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.