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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.