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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.