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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.