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 Tunisia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.