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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.