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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.