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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.