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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.