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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Brick,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.