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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.