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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.