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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.