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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.