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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.