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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
the Slits,
June Days,
UT,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.