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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.