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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.