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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.