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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.