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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.