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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Television,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.