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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.