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 Albania and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
ABBA,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.