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 Botswana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Kayak,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.