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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.