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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.