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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.