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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.