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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.