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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Roxette,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.