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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.