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 New Zealand 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.