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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.