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 Canada 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.