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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.