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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Can,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.