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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.