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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 an organ and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.