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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.