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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.