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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.