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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Television,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.