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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.