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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.