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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.