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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.