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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.