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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.