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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.