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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.