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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Monks,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.