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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.