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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Gong,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.