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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.