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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.