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 Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.