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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.