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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.