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 Uruguay 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 Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.