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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
The Gories,
Swans,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.