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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.