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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.