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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.