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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
PIL,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.