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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.