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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.