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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
ABC,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.