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 Bahamas 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.