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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.