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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.