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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.