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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.