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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.