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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.