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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.