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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.