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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.