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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.