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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.