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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.