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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.