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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.