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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Erasure,
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.