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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.