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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.