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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tres Demented 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
10cc,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.