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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.