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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.