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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.