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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Neu!,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.