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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.