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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.