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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Franke,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.