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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Hoover,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.