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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.