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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Nas,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.