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 Israel 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.