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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.