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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.