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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.