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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.