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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.