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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.