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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.