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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.