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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
PIL,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.