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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.