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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Monks,
the Swans,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.