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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.