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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.