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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.