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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Evens,
New Order,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.