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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.