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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.