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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.