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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.