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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.