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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.