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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
UT,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.