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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.