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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.