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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Pole,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.