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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.