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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.