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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.