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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Can,
Fear,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.