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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Ten City,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.