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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.