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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.