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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Wings,
Neil Young,
DNA,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.