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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.