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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.