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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.