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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.