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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.