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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.