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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke 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?
ABBA,
Skriet,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.