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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.