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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
The Index,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.