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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.