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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.