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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Organ,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.