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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.