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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.