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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.