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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.