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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.