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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.