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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
X-101,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.