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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Whodini,
The Cure,
ABC,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.