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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.