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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.