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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.