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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.