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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.