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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.