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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Can,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.