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 Japan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.