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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.