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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Faust,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.